TLC - Player's Ball (Original) "Christmas Day" lyrics

[Intro:] *Sleigh Bells Ringing* Man...the scene was so thick Low riders, Seventy-seven Sevilles, El Dawgs Nuttin but them 'llacs All the players, all the hustlers... I'm talking bout black man heaven heah, yknahmsayin? Yeah... [Andre] "It's beginnin to look a lot like" what? Follow my every step Take notes on how I crept, I's bout ta go in depth This is the way I creep my season here's my ghetto rep I kept, to say the least no no it can't cease So I begin to piece my two and two together Gots no snowy weather, have to find something to do better bet! I said subtract so shut up that, nonsense about some "Silent Sight"... I gots in crunk if it ain't real ain't right I'm like no matter what the season Forever chill with Smith, I sip my fifth, I chill with Wesson' Got my reasons, so tell me what did you expect? You thought I'd break my neck, to help y'all Deck the Halls? Oh naw, I got other means of celebratin I'm gettin blizzard at HoJo, I got that hoochie waitin I made it through another year cain't ask fo' nothin much mo' It's OutKast for the boots I thought you knew so now you know Let's go [Hook] All the players came.. from far and wide Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangsta rides Now I'm here to tell ya.. there's a better day When the player's ball is happenin, on Christmas Day [Big Boi] Halle-lu-jah, halle-lu-jah Y'know I do some things mo' different than I...used ta Cause I'm a player, doin what the players do The package sto' was closed, okay my day is ruined This is ridiculous, I'm gettin serious, I'm gettin curious Cause the house is smellin stank the chitlins old as b**hes I made no wishes cause I'm mobbin folk n***as in the back Gettin tipsy off the nog'gen, high as hell off the contact smoke They havin a smoke out in my back seat (yeah) They pa**in herb rewindin verses cause it's in the air I hit the parks, I hit the cuts, I'm hittin switches Cause I'm switchin from side ta side lookin for ho snitches I'm wide open on the freeway my pager broke my vibe Cause a junkie is a junkie three-sixty-five It's just another day of work to me the spirit just ain't in me Grab my pistol and my ounce see what them junkies gotta give me Cause it's like that, heh, yeah Forever pimpin, never slippin, that's how it is (check it) [Hook] [Big Boi] Ain't no chiminies in the ghetto so I won't be hangin my socks on no chimneys I'm full as a tick, fix me a plate I got the remedy, sum greens and that ham...[NOT!] Don't need no ham...[HOCKS!], don't play me like I'm smokin rocks I got the munchies, we got the Mary Jane in the Dungeon Just to let you n***as know in ninety-three that's how we comin So 'Ho Ho Hoes', check my king-a** 'fro The gin and juice has got me tipsy so umm.. [Andre] It goes, give me ten, and I'll serve you then, now we bend The corner in my Cadillac, my heart does not go pitty-pat for no rat I'm leaning back my elbows out the window Coke, Rum, and Indo fills my body, where's the party? We roll deep, we dip to underground, see's a lot of hoes around I split my game while waitin countdown A five fo' a three two here comes the one A new year has begun, P-Funk spark another one.. [Hook] [Peaches] Here's a little somethin for the players out there hustlin Gettin down for theirs From East Pointe, College Park, Decatur, Devry You know, n***as world wide Down, for theirs.. [Hook]